Grandpa's Tay

May 29, 2008

By Adria O., Edgewood, WA

Grandpa always kept his teapot on the back of his wood stove. Tea was his favorite drink. His accent restricted him from pronouncing it the way we all do. Instead, he called it “tay.” Whenever I went there to make sourdough biscuits for him, he’d boil eggs that tasted delicious with homemade butter. [Which I often churned for him] The eggs were always a treat for me, as we rarely had eggs at home. We had only a few hens that hid their nests in Murdock woods. Once we finished the tasty treat, Grandpa would almost always look at the stove longingly and say, “I sure love me tay.” He’d make up some “tay,” and we’d spend hours talking and laughing— best friends from different generations.

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